I see only the fragments of shattered glass
I see no beauty, no grace
You can force this belief upon me
I will presently agree
But my eyes are blindfolded to the truth you see
But I do not see it
Only the repulsiveness of the Unsightly Parts
Of this creature, this beastly creature that is me
I will never see the roses
I will only see the thorns
I cannot be unsettled of this curse
Shaken of this force this reflection
This illustration that is me